A/N: Hello, my loves. It's been a minute, hasn't? I'm so excited about this story! It's my first finished crossover! Before we start, here's how the timeline for this is going to work. It's all getting shifted 9 years forward. Instead of the students starting their first year in 1991, it's starting in 2000. This will put the Battle of Hogwarts in May of 2007, which was when Sam got taken with the other psychic kids to Cold Oak. Details, however, will be taken from the books, though I haven't finished reading all the books yet. So there's probably going to be a little overlap with the films. If you see any details that I get wrong bookwise, please let me know so I can correct them. I researched the details, but there might still be a few errors. Thanks for helping me out with that!

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"Nagini, kill," the raspy voice of Voldemort commanded, and Harry Potter watched in horror as the giant snake attacked his potions professor. He heard his best friends gasping behind him, but he couldn't pay them any mind. Once he was sure the coast was clear, Harry snuck over to his dying teacher's side.

"Take them," Snape whispered, his voice weak and almost inaudible. Harry was confused until he saw the tears dripping from the teacher's eyes. "Take them."

"Give me a flask, anything!" Harry demanded, and he turned to take the small potion vial Hermione was handing him.

"Severus!" another voice cut through the quiet, startling Harry, who was pocketing the vial of tears.

"Draco," Snape rasped. The blond teenager dropped down next to Harry, barely noticing the other student's presence. With stilted movements, Snape took both boys by the hand. "Take care of each other," he pleaded desperately. "You're family. Take care of each other." Both boys stared at their professor in disbelief, which multiplied tenfold when the man started mumbling under his breath. "Familia salus mea, familia salus mea, familia salus mea." As he repeated the chant, Snape's voice increased in volume until there was a blinding white light and the three disappeared, leaving Hermione and Ron standing in slack-jawed shock.

When the light faded, Harry and Draco opened their eyes to find themselves on an unfamiliar road, surrounded by trees. A gargled cough brought their attention back to the dying man before them.

"Take care of each other," Snape begged again. His teary eyes settled on Draco's own tear-streaked face. "I always thought of you as a son," he whispered, making the boys cry even harder. Then Snape's eyes moved to Harry. "You have your mother's eyes."

Harry and Draco were struck dumb by that statement. But they were brought back when Snape spoke once more. "I love you both." With those words, Severus Snape breathed his last breath and departed from the world.

Neither teenager gave their surroundings any thought. There was no unfamiliar road surrounded by trees, they weren't enemies fighting on opposite sides of a war. They were just two teenagers, two boys, who just watched their teacher, someone that loved them unconditionally, die in their arms.

Draco and Harry didn't know how long they sat there, kneeling by Snape's body. They were barely aware of their hands clasped together, trying desperately to cling to something familiar as they mourned their shared loss.

A low rumbling caught the boys' attention, and when they looked up they saw that the sky had gotten much darker. Whereas earlier the sky was still dusky, it was now pitch black. Harry stood slowly and drew his wand. "Lumos," he muttered, shedding some light on the area around them. Looking behind him, Harry saw that Draco had his own wand in his hand and was hovering protectively over Snape's body. As the rumbling drew closer, Harry could detect something big catching the soft light from his wand.

"It's a car," he informed Draco, forgetting in his urgency that Draco might not even know what a car was. Harry could hear faint music coming from the car as it barreled down the road. He quickly doused the light, but kept his wand in hand just in case.

Then the car slowed down and stopped not far from the boys and two men got out. One was young, maybe ten years older than the teenagers. The other man was older and a thick beard covered his face. The man's beard fleetingly made Harry think of Hagrid, and he felt a pang of longing for his much larger friend.

"You guys okay?" the younger man asked in concern, surprising Harry and Draco with his American accent.

"Where, where are we?" Harry stammered helplessly. The strangers seemed to be equally surprised by his accent as he was by theirs.

"Nebraska," the young man spoke again. "Not far from the South Dakota border. How did you get here? And who's that with you?"

"Um- I'm, I'm Harry," Harry introduced himself. He ignored Draco hissing at him to shut up. "I don't really know how we got here. We just... appeared here." Technically, it was true. Harry didn't have a clue how Snape brought them here.

"Who are you guys?" Draco demanded threateningly. The men turned their attention to Draco and were slightly taken aback by his ferocity.

"I'm Dean," the younger of the two introduced himself. "This is my friend Bobby."

"You boys look like you could use some help," Bobby said, speaking for the first time. His voice was just as gravelly as Dean's.

"We're just fine, thanks," Draco spat, hoping the strange men would go away and leave them be.

"No offense, kid, but I call bull," Dean deadpanned.

"Why don't you boys come with us?" Bobby offered. "We can get you somewhere safe."

"Hold up, we're kind of on a time crunch here, Bobby," Dean protested.

"The sooner they decide, the sooner we can get out of here and get to Sam."

"We're not going anywhere with them, Potter," Draco said quietly, his voice only low enough for Harry to hear.

"What other choice do we have?" Harry demanded. "We're in America of all places, and Snape is dead. What else are we supposed to do? Can you apparate us back to Hogwarts?" Draco looked away silently. "That's what I thought." Draco glared back at Harry. There was silence as the Slytherin deliberated the Gryffindor's words.

As much as he hated to admit it, Draco knew Harry was right. They had no clue where they were (Nebraska near the South Dakota border told him nothing) and the only person that could possibly guide them was dead.

"Fine," Draco relented with a roll of his steel gray eyes. "But if they do anything, I won't hesitate to throw an AK at them."

"Hey, I'll throw one at the other one," Harry agreed readily. This momentarily surprised Draco, though it really shouldn't have. After everything they'd both seen and been through, neither of them were any stranger to death or doing whatever it took to survive.

The blond teenager slowly rose from his crouched position and faced the two men. "Whoa," Dean muttered, taking half a step back. "What happened here?" He pointed a finger at the body lying prone behind the boys, who turned saddened eyes to the body.

"That was our teacher," Harry answered. "The one that brought us here."

"How did he die?" Dean asked gently.

"That cursed snake," Draco grumbled hatefully. Harry turned surprised eyes to his classmate.

"Did you actually see what happened?" he asked with curiosity.

Draco shook his head forlornly. "No. But I've seen what a person looks like after being attacked by Nagini. Nothing else could've done that to Severus." There was a silent pause. "Did, did you see what happened?"

Harry nodded. "Voldemort ordered Nagini to kill Snape. She attacked him over and over again. Ron, Hermione, and I saw the whole thing." Both teens began crying again as they stood over their teacher.

"You know," a gentle voice broke the silence, catching the boys' attention. "We can bring him with us if you want, help you bury him," Dean offered. Draco and Harry had a silent conversation before accepting the offer. Surprising the boys, Dean stepped up to Snape and carefully lifted him into his arms. Bobby had the trunk of the car open and the teenagers watched the younger man carry their teacher to the car.

They followed slowly. Draco felt anger welling inside him. He might not know what exactly a car was, but he could see perfectly that his favorite teacher was being stowed away like luggage.

"Are we just going to let them stash him away like that?" he demanded in a whisper. He barely heard Dean offering to let them have a moment with their teacher before joining Bobby in the front seat.

"There's nothing else we can do," Harry tried to reason. "He can't fit inside the car with all four of us, no matter how big the backseat is. But we can cast a cushioning charm so it at least feels like he's not just stashed away in the boot."

Though reluctant, Draco did as Harry suggested and cast a cushioning charm on the trunk's interior. He added a stasis charm as well to prevent anything from happening to Snape's body before they could give him a proper burial. Nodding his approval, Harry moved to the side of the car and opened the door so he could slide into the backseat. He purposely left the door open for Draco, who joined him a moment later.

"You guys ready?" Dean asked softly. Harry nodded absently without making eye contact, which Dean took as his cue to take off.

Draco was mildly surprised at the speed they were traveling, but he couldn't bring himself to give it anymore thought. He was far from home, on another continent, with only Harry Potter and a dead Severus Snape for company. He cast a quick glance at the boy next to him, who looked just as miserable as Draco felt.

Well, they say misery loves company, Draco though bitterly. Leaning his head against the window, he let the weariness he'd been keeping at bay wash over him and lull him into sleep.

As he drove, Dean was cursing himself in his head. Why did he think bringing two lost, scared teenagers with him and Bobby to Cold Oak was a good idea?

Because you're a sucker for a kid in need and you know it, a voice he valiantly tried to ignore answered his question. Glancing in the rearview mirror, Dean saw that the two boys had gone to sleep.

Probably a good thing, Dean thought sympathetically. Especially after what they've been through.

"How much longer to Cold Oak, Bobby?" Dean murmured, hoping for a distraction of some sort.

"Couple more hours," Bobby figured, looking over the map in his hands.

It wasn't working. Dean cursed again, though this time out loud. "Is it really a good idea to bring those kids with us?" he finally asked, unable to contain it any longer. "I mean, they're kids, Bobby."

"Would you rather've just left them there?" Bobby retorted, knowing good and well that the younger man would do no such thing. The father in him wouldn't let that happen.

"Of course not," Dean grumbled. "But this can't be all that much safer, can it?"

"Better than leaving them alone in the woods with their dead teacher." Dean couldn't deny the truth of Bobby's words, so he just left it.

No more was said until the group finally arrived just a couple miles outside of Cold Oak. "Hey, wake up back there." Draco and Harry jumped up at the sound of Dean's voice and looked around, trying to figure out where they were. The men threw open their doors and shot to their feet, both of them tucking guns into their jeans. "You guys stay here," Dean ordered. "We don't know what we might be walking into here, so just stay in the car where it's safe." Then they slammed the front doors closed, leaving Harry and Draco in silence.

The silence was broken not a minute later by Harry opening his own door and jumping out. "Potter!" Draco called after him. When he didn't get an answer, Draco rolled his eyes and ran after his classmate.

Running down the faded dirt road after the older men, Harry and Draco drew their wands and took in their surroundings. All around them were trees, and not far away they could see a horribly dilapidated town. The whole town looked as though it could fit inside the Great Hall at Hogwarts. The boys shook the thought from their minds. Thinking of Hogwarts would do no good. As they approached the town, Draco and Harry saw Dean and Bobby walking toward two other men, who were fighting. The taller one had just thrown the one in what looked like a military uniform into a fence. He didn't get back up.

"Sam!" Dean shouted, and the taller man turned around.

"Dean!" Sam called back, a relieved smile on his face as he approached Dean and Bobby.

A movement behind Sam caught the teenagers' eyes. Turning their gaze, they saw the soldier sneaking up behind Sam. There was something long and sharp in his hand.

Dean must have noticed this as well, because he started running frantically. "Sam, look out!"

Without a thought, Harry and Draco ran forward as well, wands in hand.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Protego!"

Two voices rang out simultaneously, and the soldier sneaking up on Sam was thrown backwards as the object in his hand was thrown to the side. Then the boys found two pistols aimed at them.

"What just happened?" Dean demanded. "What did you do?"

Draco and Harry stood in stunned silence. They hadn't even noticed they'd moved until the spells left their lips. They'd been hoping to hide their magic for as long as possible! Who knew what these muggles would do to them?!

"Answer me!" Dean's firm voice brought the boys out of their panicked thoughts.

"We're wizards," Harry confessed reluctantly.

"Shut it, Potter!" Draco spat beside him.

"Well they already saw us using magic!" Harry argued. "What are we supposed to do?"

"How about obliviate them and run?"

"And how good are you at memory charms? Because, personally, I'm not that great at them."

"What about our agreement to AK them if they try anything?"

"They technically haven't tried anything with us, Malfoy. They saw us using magic and they reacted. Would an AK really be necessary here?"

"I'd say so." Draco turned back to the Americans, who all looked decidedly confused.

"I don't think they know what we're talking about," Harry observed.

"Why don't you start from the beginning?" Bobby's tone told them it wasn't a suggestion.

Silence fell once more as the teenagers considered how to explain who they were. "My name is Harry Potter," Harry began, "and this is Draco Malfoy." Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance, but he didn't say anything. "We're both wizards, students at a magical school in Scotland."

"How did you get your powers?" Bobby asked.

"We were born with them," Draco explained. "Our parents were witches and wizards, as were their parents and grandparents before them."

"And some people just develop a magical core, without having magical parents. My own mum was from a nonmagical family, and she was a witch."

"So," Dean began after a moment, "no dark magic, nobody made any deals for powers?"

"Um, if by dark magic you mean the dark arts, then we have plenty of that," Draco answered awkwardly. "And dark witches and wizards make deals with each other all the time. Pacts, betrothals, things that will make good connections with other magical families."

"You do arranged marriages?" Harry asked in surprised confusion.

"Yeah. Why do you think Pansy Parkinson was always following me around?" Draco deadpanned.

"You and Parkinson?" Harry had to laugh.

"Not bloody likely."

"They don't have a clue what we're talking about, Dean," Sam spoke up for the first time. "They didn't make any demon deals for their magic. They're just kids."

"I wish," Harry muttered under his breath. Only Draco heard him.

Thankfully, the older men put their guns away and Draco and Harry could drop their arms. "How about we go back to your house, Bobby? Sam suggested. "Sort out what we're doing now." Agreeing that this was their best plan, all five piled into the Impala. It was a bit of a shuffle trying to figure out how they were all going to fit in the backseat since everyone was so tall. But Harry knew Draco wouldn't be comfortable sitting next to a muggle for who knew how long, so he decided to take matters into his own hands and scooted to the middle, leaving Sam to sit behind the driver and Draco behind the passenger seat.

Again, nobody said anything as Dean drove to Bobby's house. The wizards were grateful for this. They weren't up to anymore questions. When they arrived at Singer Salvage, the group got out of the car and made their way inside.

"Wait," Draco stopped and drew everyone's attention to himself. "What about Severus?"

Sam's nose wrinkled in confusion, but Dean understood what Draco was talking about. In solemn silence, he opened the trunk of the Impala and gently lifted Snape's body into his arms. A look of understanding came over Sam when he saw the sorrow on the teenagers' faces. "Come on," he said softly to the boys. "Let's go on inside."

The group slowly trekked up the steps and into the house, Dean moving toward the study with Snape. Draco and Harry trailed behind him, neither wanting to let their teacher out of their sight.

After gently laying the body on the couch, Dean stepped back so the boys could sit close to their teacher. The hunter couldn't help but wonder what had brought the strange group to Nebraska of all places and what could have caused such injuries on the older wizard. Or, Dean assumed he was a wizard. Harry had said they went to a magic school and that Snape was their teacher.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean began softly, turning to his brother. "Let's go get started on the pyre." Sam gave a solemn nod of agreement and the brothers walked out to the woods behind Bobby's house, leaving Bobby to keep an eye on the teenagers.

A few hours passed before the Winchesters returned. They found the study in a similar state as they had left it. The only difference was Draco and Harry. They had moved closer to each other and now were resting their heads against the couch.

As much as Dean didn't want to disturb them, he knew they needed to put Snape to rest. "Whenever you're ready, we can give him a funeral."

Neither boy answered, but Harry rose to his feet after a few moments, leaving Draco on the floor. "Draco," he said gently, placing a hand on the blond's shoulder. "We need to bury him. You know Snape wouldn't want to stay here under stasis for the rest of eternity."

When Draco finally lifted his head, Harry noted tears glistening on his cheeks. He didn't say anything about it. He knew after Sirius's death, he'd been a blubbering mess for days. No, don't think about Sirius.

Turning to the hunters, Harry noticed a large sheet in Sam's arms. With a respectful nod to the teenagers, Sam and Dean stepped forward and began to wrap Snape in the sheet, preparing his body for the funeral. That done, Dean quietly led Harry and Draco out to the woods, Sam trailing behind with Snape in his arms.

The boys were met by a tall stack of wood, the purpose of which didn't escape either of them. They stopped a little ways away from the pyre, though Sam continued past them and laid Snape atop the wood before rejoining the others.

Reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket, Dean produced a lighter. "Want me to do it?" he offered kindly. Neither teenager answered, but they both raised their wands. "Incindio," they spoke simultaneously, and flames appeared at the base of the pyre, quickly catching the wood and growing into a large fire.

The four men stood silently as they watched the fire burn. The brothers stood behind the teenagers out of respect for their loss. "I always though of him as a second father," Draco whispered under his breath, voice choked with tears.

The broken words strengthened Harry's own tears, and he reached up to place a hand on his companion's shoulder. They watched as a brilliant white glow grew from the center of the pyre, momentarily blinding the group before disappearing in a flash. "Snape's magical core," Harry realized.

Hearing Harry's voice right by his ear grounded Draco and brought him out of his trance. He felt the hand on his shoulder, the most kindness he'd been shown in he didn't know how long. Standing there with his school rival and sworn enemy, Draco let go of all his prejudices and beliefs, none of which had really been his own. Instead, he embraced what he wanted to believe, what he knew was right. And he knew in that moment, his most trusted ally was none other than the boy standing beside him.

Draco reached across his chest and clapped his hand on Harry's in an act of solidarity, and a brotherhood was formed. It was the two of them now, for better or worse.

The fire died down as the morning passed, eventually leaving a stack of charred wood and a pile of ash. Draco wordlessly dropped his hand and turned to glance at Harry. Seeing a new determination in the other boy's eyes, a determination that matched his own, Draco looked back toward the smoking remains. "We have work to do."

A/N: So? Whatcha think? I do okay for my first crossover? Please let me know in a review. See you guys tomorrow for part 2. Thanks for reading!